"... your mother's joking too much"
I don't know why their matchmaking photos are at my mother's disposal.
It's no use speculating or predicting more than Beautiful Lusaka is involved in.
She can't predict, she understands it before.
Shizukuishi wears white, and Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimonosaka Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Kimono Ki
If this is the case, the hopeful will not be interrupted.
I wonder how much there is charge for this hand photo, I looked at the picturesque photo once now with such doubts, and then told my mother.
This is way past my mother, though.
No, the parents and children are all too much degrees.
I don't know what my mother, who was supposed to have had a negative idea of the pageant itself, had in mind to deal with Shizuku and Kirasaka.
You decided that the daughters you know would be better off if you were enough to offer your son to someone you don't know...
Still unbelievable is the truth.
What do you think and what are you trying to do?
My mother controls my father, who tried to start telling me about the unexpected events to my father.
I point my gaze at this one, and when I smile, I point to the front door.
"Can I have the maple outside for a little while?
"What?"
"No, but..."
I can't hide the confusion in the words I gently told you.
Encourage Maple to go outside, which is not directly related to me but is supposed to be a problem within me, which is supposed to be the center of the story.
"It's okay, just go outside and you'll see."
The look on the face of the mother who said so was, as usual, a gentle mother's face.
Believe that word, it sounds good, but otherwise I can't move. Me and Maple take their seats as instructed.
And he walked out of the living room to line up.
From behind, my father was throwing words at my mother so she could eat and hang them, but I couldn't hear them better through the door.
Proceed down the hallway, change to outwear through the front door, then go outside.
Nothing changes, it's the front door of my house.
But there were two women there.
Shizuku Kanzaki and Minoru Kirasaka stood there.
"Hey, it's been a while!
"Hi."
The two of them are standing unusual.
Shizukuishi smiled and Kirasaka was there with a clear expression.
Only me and Maple haven't swallowed the status quo.
If the meaning of what your mother said, that you can tell if you go outside, is that you two are on this spot, the answer should come from the other person.
"I know you have a lot to ask, so I'd like to explain it one by one."
Cutting out so, Shizuku began explaining how it had been so far.
The beginning goes back to the day my father called my house.
After listening to me and Maple, Shizuku was the first to contact her mother when she left Shizukura's house.
Is it true about the pageant, and is it true that my father is considering it positively?
In the end, her mother, who returned to Japan only once around Golden Week, repeated her persuasion after returning to her father, but she didn't get to the point where she decided she had no problems.
If done, postpone the date and time.
Originally, I planned to set up a matchmaking place before the summer break, because my mother manipulated my father verbally, so I could delay it until today.
However, because my mother herself was negative about the pageant and still wanted to say no to the other party, she said that the conversation had progressed unexpectedly with Shizuku contacting the arrow tip that was hesitating to contact me.
The pageant is true, and the other person thinks more positively than his father.
The Mayura couple, who are supposed to return to Japan on their summer vacation soon, must take a companion to the pageant.
To tell you the truth, Shizuku came up with one idea.
That's what makes it a rival relationship by running for a matchmaker yourself.
Even if that's just for the outside, just for the shape, if there's more than one matchmaker, that's all they can think about.
Mother could have made time to convince Father that she didn't have time to talk to him...
A measure that relies too much on possibilities, too forceful.
There's a saying that lies are convenient, but it's a story that can't be done by a boy born into a very normal family who doesn't make any difference.
Neither my mother, nor Shizukuishi, is an idiot.
If you're a smart Shizukuishi, you don't have to tell me.
That's why I asked Kirasaka to help me.
Yes, but Shizuku, who wants to get rid of this pageant, talked to Kirasaka, the friend of the dog monkey.
Without her cooperation, it's difficult.
Then, having so much agreed to cooperate, Kirasaka prepared a dedicated photographer and stylist to begin producing counterfeit photographs of the match immediately.
And right now, there are more than real photographs in our house.
Explained the situation, but I was able to grasp enough to understand the general situation.
But I wasn't convinced by the explanation.
All I get today is a sigh of relief.
Instead, there is until I sigh every day, but I still can't tell you that I'm frightened.
Neighbor Maple also opens his mouth with Pocan, and when he hears Shizukuishi's explanation, Kirasaka opens his mouth here.
"When I heard from Kanzaki... do you know what it was like, Makoto?
With a chilled voice, Chirasaka threw the question with a cold gaze.
Imagine a scene behind your brain, but you can't understand how it feels.
However, I guess I definitely didn't feel good from her reaction.
Keeping silence answered, Kirasaka speaks out.
"I feel like I saw a puppy I cared for and loved so hard waving his tail at someone else!
"Well, I'm not being looked after by Kirasaka, am I?
I'm not a puppy.
Because if you were such a cute creature, you would definitely be reigning in the # 1 ranking of cute men at Sakura no Hill School.
There is no such category ranking......
Once again, I turn my gaze to the two of you and leak my sigh that it's a forceful way to do it.
Shizuku, who saw it, said with a bitter smile.
"We're not ladylike girls as much as you think, are we?
It was an unimaginable statement from Shizukuishi until the beginning of the new semester.
It's not my fault that I feel that only a few words contain anger.
Maybe a comic book should have an anger mark on her forehead.
The words I mentioned a few days ago about Shizuku as a strong girl must change their meaning a little bit.
That's what I think, Shizukuishi and Kirasaka walk past me and Maple into the house through the front door.
It becomes a complete training ground...... two hands are placed on their shoulders to erase the urge to escape.
And I stated one fact so that Kirasaka would roar.
"Makoto, through your mother, they've sent you pictures too... you won't get away with it."
... Done.
Having uttered a word that froze her mind and body at the same time, Kirasaka gave her a rare and breathtaking look at Shizukuishi next door and her mouth distorted, and went straight to True House to drag me.